#this took. soooooo long. holy shit
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Rose Bowl, Baby! J. McCarthy
JJ McCarthy x fem!reader
synopsis - JJ wins it all, and he has his girl right with him the whole time.
wc - 2k!
contains - THIS IS SOOOOOO CUTE AWWW, cursing, stressed!reader (ME TOO AS FUCK), fluff, kissinnnnnnn, hugginnnnn, cute shit, FUCK THE TIDE :D, um that's it! oh established relationship!
an - unedited lol sorry i just wrote this in like two hours! 😭JJ😭BABY😭WON😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WAS SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AND I DANCED. especially because my mother, brother, and sister were all pulling for Bama to make me mad. LAUGHED IN THEIR FACES LMAOOOOO. i was on facetime with my man for like half the game since i am a umich student... WAIT DO U GUYS KNOW THAT....? i dont think ive told u guys that... SURPRISE!!!!!! anyway no one reads these anyway so. ENJOYYYYYYYYYYY :)))))))!
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One minute and thirty eight seconds. One minute and thirty eight seconds, that's how long JJ and the Wolverine's offense had to score a touchdown. 2nd & Goal, four yards to go. You held JJ's mom's hand as you took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down. JJ could do this, you knew it. You stared him down as he stood infront of Coach Harbaugh, Alabama had called the last time out of the game.
Michigan needed this score to take the game to overtime. JJ knew, you knew, everyone did. Once JJ clapped in the middle of the huddle, the offense started dispersing back into their spots on the field. Jay's eyes met yours, they had multiple times all night. He knew exactly where you sat, he'd made you text him your seat numbers before the game. You let go of his mom's hand and gestured your hands over your ears, headphones, you always told him. Just pretend it's just you and your guys. Block out everything else. He nodded at you, cracking a little smile before taking a deep breath and running out to the field, putting his helmet back on. His mom melted over the interaction, leaving you blushing.
You crossed your fingers and said a prayer, you'd prayed more than once tonight, you'd been praying about this games for weeks. You held his mom's hand in one of yours, and gripped your 'J' necklace in your other, bouncing on the balls of your feet. The play clock was running low, JJ clapped his hands, beckoning for the ball. It went straight to his hands, he looked around for maybe a second before passing precisely to Roman. He caught it, he had an open lane, he's in the end zone! Holy shit, he's in the end zone!
You jumped, screaming JJ's name, turning to hug his parents. You jumped up and down, a grin wide on your face as you cheered for your boy. His mom wrapped an arm around you as you watched him tearily.
The next Michigan drive was messy, and had you scared, but when the time ran out, you were jumping up and down, shouting and cheering, hugging everyone around.
"Our boy did it!"
You nodded, laughing as you wiped tears from your eyes. The game wasn't over, you knew that. JJ's eyes found yours again, he shook his head in disbelief with a grin, gesturing headphones to you. You nodded, fanning your face from the tears, but smiling so wide it didn't matter.
You sighed happily when you watched Alabama defer their OT possession, that's what JJ wanted, if the game went to overtime, he wanted to go first, it would put more pressure on The Crimson Tide to go second in the long run.
You held your necklace close to your mouth as you closed your eyes, letting out deep breaths. JJ had this, you knew it.
The offensive and defensive lines faced each other at the Alabama 25. JJ clapped, the ball was sent straight to his hands, he quickly handed the ball off the Blake, who scurried around the defenders, landing at the Alabama 17. 'Thank God for Blake Corum' you whispered to yourself.
You saw JJ hiding a smile behind his mouth guard, and you knew this was it. Jay claps, and the ball is snapped straight to him, the ball goes straight to Blake, who has a completely open lane.
"Go Blake, go!"
You screamed out, feeling Megan's hand grip yours. You held your intertwined hands up, watching Blake run. He was in the end zone, yes!
"Yes! JJ, yes!"
You screamed, jumping up and down you as watched your boy cheer. He did it! Thank God! You hugged everyone again, cheering some more when the kick went through the posts. The game still wasn't over, the defense still had to come out and play this game. You knew JJ wouldn't be able to assist his team anymore on the field, but you also knew he was now gonna be the biggest hype man for his defensive teammates.
You bit on your dark blue acrylic nails as you watched Alabama line up at the Michigan 25. You winced as the game went from 3rd & goal at the Michigan 14 to 4th & goal at the Michigan 3. One more play, make or break.
You saw Jalen Milroe clap for the ball, and run straight into the O-line of Michigan. Nothing! He got nothing! Oh my God, Michigan won! You watched JJ sprint onto the field as you screamed, jumping up and down for the third time. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you shouted, hugging Michigan fans you didn't know. Your smile couldn't have been punched off of your face.
The blue and maize confetti flew, you watched tearily as the Michigan guys flooded the field. You watched JJ grab his rose, talking to a reporter. His bright smile and gorgeous face was spread on every screen in the stadium. Your boy had done it, finally. You watched as your sweet boy accepted the Rose Bowl trophy with Blake, his smile never leaving his face.
You ran down the few rows to the bottom row of the bleachers, standing with other Michigan player families as the boys were dispersing back to the sideline, finding their loved ones. JJ, being the star quarterback he was, took a while longer to get over to you guys, but it didn't matter to you.
You two locked eyes, matching smiles on your faces as he ran over to your group. You let him talk to his parents and sisters first, before he moved over to you.
"Come'ere baby!"
You grinned as you leaned down over the barrier, JJ's hands grabbing at your waist to safely pull you closer, kissing you passionately. Your hands cupped his face, as you both smiled into the kiss. You pulled away, whispering to him with a big smile.
"You did it lovey!"
He nodded, his bright smile lighting up your heart.
"Can you just jump the barrier instead of going back through the halls?"
"S'that allowed?"
He looked around, quickly asking an employee of the stadium standing down against the barrier. The employee looked at JJ with wide eyes, nodding at the quarterback, though he probably didn't exactly have the position to answer him.
"See? You're fine, c'mon angel!"
You looked around, seeing one of the guy's little brother being passed over the barrier, then to Megan who shrugged with a smile, nodding for you to go ahead. You slide your phone in the pocket of your jeans, sitting on the barrier before turning around towards JJ, who held his hands on your waist.
"Can't believe I'm doin' this."
JJ laughed, pulling you down as you slightly jumped off the wall, down into his arms on the field. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"I'm so proud of you, Jay. You are so talented, baby."
He pulled away from you, cupping your face with his hands, touching his forehead to yours.
"Just had to remember my headphones, like always."
You nodded, laughing and kissing him again, JJ leaned back, your feet leaving the ground for a few seconds as he kissed you. You both pulled away giggling. You got a random burst of energy, electricity pulsing through your veins.
"Ah! Oh my God, you won!"
You pulled away from JJ, grabbing his hands and jumping up and down. His smile widened, he was so, absolutely in love with you, but watching you support him so wholeheartedly, made his heart squeeze extra with love.
"Yeah! I got the Rose Bowl, baby!"
JJ's family came through the tunnel, having chose the safer route to get to the field. He hugged his family, talking with them and taking pictures. You took a few of them on your phone, smiling sadly at how cute they were.
"Angel! Come take a picture with me!"
You smiled, nodding as you went over to your smiley boyfriend. He took his winner's hat off and plopped it onto your head, it was sweaty, but you didn't care. You did one picture standing next to each other, his arm around your hips as you both smiled brightly. Then there was one where JJ kissed your cheek out of nowhere, then another taken the moment after where you both laughed as you wiped the eyeblack he spread to you off of your cheek.
They were adorable, objectively. Your group was soon exiting down the tunnel, bidding JJ goodbye with a quick kiss as he walked back towards the locker room.
Once you were all reunited with JJ he told you all he wanted to go back to the hotel and get food delivered to the hotel. That was your boy, even after the big win all he wanted to do was go back to his bed.
You got back to the hotel after a long car ride through Rose Bowl traffic, and quickly went up to your room. You and JJ were sharing, though he was technically supposed to be in his football assigned hotel room, he was crashing in yours. His parents knew, you two were trusted, and old enough to make your own decisions.
You showered as Jay laid in your bed, watching the Texas and Washington game. You came out of the bathroom in your pajamas, quickly crawling into bed next to JJ. He pulled you inbetween his legs, wrapping his arms around your middle. You were both tired, him more than you. You noticed the plastic bag sitting on the nightstand.
"What'd you get us to eat?"
You kissed him when he told you he got chicken tenders. You both watched the Sugar Bowl as you ate your dinner. You both got up to throw away your trash and brush your teeth before turning off all the lights and getting right back in bed. JJ watched the game as you laid on his chest, scrolling through your phone, showing him TikToks and Instagram posts of videos taken of you two from the game every little bit. You two were going viral among the teenage girls and fan pages.
When the game finished JJ turned off the TV, and you put your phone away as you two shifted so that JJ was laying with his head on your chest. You played with his sandy hair as you talked.
"I still can't believe all of it, it's just crazy."
"Well I can believe it, I knew you could do it. You know I was scared when we were getting close to the end of regulation, but then I saw you smile right before your last play of the regulation TD run, you know right before Roman got the touchdown, and I just knew it."
JJ looked up at you in the dark, he had hearts in his eyes. You were everything to him, just completely everything.
"I love you so much."
"I love you, baby. 'M so proud of you."
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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 17
Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts.
WC: 2504 (ch 14 when on ao3)
Jason had been pacing his apartment, eyes glued on his phone, for longer than he would want to admit. He just couldn’t bring himself to press the button to call Danny.
It should have been easy, he had a plan. He had run through it and practiced it and perfected. It had step. He juts needed to put the plan into place. That was easier said then done.
There was so much that could go wrong. What if Danny was offended? What if they tried and everything went up in flames? What if it went well?
Jason sighed and turned the corner again, pacing back the other way. What if it did go well? Jason didn’t know how to date someone. What sort of person wanted someone like him?
His phone buzzed in his hands, making him jolt.
Dick Friday 4:38 PM:
Soooooo… have you asked him yet?
The message was annoying (as was usual from Dick) but motivating. He couldn’t tell Dick that he hadn’t called yet, and if he left the message too long then Dick would be calling him. Jason still struggled to lie to Dick when they were talking, even if over the phone was easier then face to face. If Dick called and Jason hadn’t asked yet, he was sure to be in for a dubiously motivating speech at best and a visit at worst.
Jason stopped pacing, took a deep breath, and pressed the button.
“Hey Jay,” Danny chirped when he answered.
Breathe Jason. “Hey Danny, are you busy?”
“Just doing some of the look stuff for the presentation, I can chat.”
Just say the words. “I wanted to check if you were free Tuesday?”
“Tuesday?” There was a pause as Danny thought through his schedule. “Yep. I can do Tuesday. What do you have in mind?”
“A date,” Jason blurted out.
So much having a plan.
“…what?”
He could recover this. “I want to take you out on a date, if that’s something that you’d like. I’d pick you up in the later morning. We’d have a meal and then I have some plans in Gotham for the rest of the day. You can say no, of course, but I just…”
“Yes,” Danny said eagerly over Jason’s hemming.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Okay— okay, yes, great!” Jason was at a loss what to do now that Danny had said yes. Holy shit, he said yes. “I’ll, um, be by on Tuesday around ten. I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”
“Great,” Danny mimicked. “I’ll see you then.”
That was that. He’d gotten through asking and Danny had said yes. Jason hadn’t ruined everything by asking and now they were actually going on a date.
Jason had a date. Jason had a date with Danny.
He tried not to spend the rest of the week panicking
(He didn’t succeed.)
On Tuesday he was waiting outside Danny’s building, shifting restlessly on his feet. He had messaged Danny he was there a few minutes ago. Now he was just waiting. Again.
Breathe, he reminded himself. Danny had already said yes and there was a good plan for the day. He caught sight of Danny entering the little mail room lobby through the glass door and straightened up.
When Danny came out of the apartment, pausing to let his neighbor through the door, Jason was struck by how much better Danny looked than the last time Jason had picked him up. When Jason had come to take Danny to the beach, Danny had looked drawn in— as if the world around him was too much to bear. This morning, Danny looked radiant; he basically bounded down the steps. The red scarf tucked was a bright pop of color tucked under the lapels of the black jean jacket. It made an appealing match with the grey henley and jeans, but it was the flash of silver and red from the dangling rocket earing that drew Jason’s attention.
Danny stopped a few feet away, head ducking as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Morning.”
“Morning, fish,” Jason said. He leaned down to catch Danny’s eye. The bashfulness worried him a little. What if… “It’s— if you don’t want to go anymo—”
“No!” Danny jolted he said it so fast. Embarrassed pink dusted his cheeks. “No, I’ve been looking forward to this all week. I just… I’m a little nervous, I guess.”
“Well, we can be nervous together. Come on, brunch first,” Jason said, holding out his hand.
Danny laughed; all the nerves drained out of him with the sound. He reached out and twisted his finger’s with Jason’s. “Okay, nervous together. I can do that. Let’s go on a date.”
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Danny hummed as he took another bite of his orange and ricotta crêpe. Jason had insisted they start their day with an indulgent brunch, and being through almost three crêpes, Danny couldn’t disagree that it was the right idea. He was presently full and warm despite the chill of the fall day. It made him feel ready to face anything.
He just wished he knew what that anything was going to be.
“Do I get to know where we’re going?”
Jason hummed, leaning back in his seat as he considered it. Danny momentarily felt like a creep admiring how the morning light streaked across Jason’s face before he remembered that they were on a date. That totally had to give him permission to admire, right?
“Sure. We’re going to the Gamnhy.”
Danny blinked. “The what? The Gahm-knee?”
“Oh, you don’t know what the Gamnhy is?” Jason asked, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. (Danny knew better though.) “Then you’re going going to have to figure it out when we get there.”
The balled up napkin hit Jason square in his ridiculously broad chest. “Jason! You said I could know where we’re going.”
“And I told you.”
“That doesn’t count when I don’t know what it is!”
Jason, the handsome bastard, just shrugged. “Sure it does. Besides, if you’re done eating, you get to find out what I meant as soon as we walk there.”
Danny shoved the list bite of his crêpe into his mouth. “I’m done I’m done!”
The laughter wasn’t really appreciated, but the sound of it still made Danny smile.
Since Jason had already paid the bill, it was quick to be out on the street. Danny stayed close, not wanting to take up too much of the sidewalk between them. Their hands kept brushing against each other. It made Danny think about when Jason had picked him up and had offered up his hand for a moment. Would it be okay to hold hands?
Danny didn’t really know where they stood. Just a few days ago he could have never expected Jason to ask him out. He couldn’t have expected Jason to want him. Danny scrubbed his hand nervously on his jeans. What if Jason hated holding hands? But he had earlier to gently tug Danny towards him. He must not mind too much, but that was more private and here the street was busy with the day’s traffic—
Warm fingers wrapped around Danny’s, causing him to jolt slightly.
“Hey, what has you so tense?” Jason asked. “If you don’t want to do this—”
“No,” Danny cut him off quickly. That was the last thing he wanted Jason to think. He squeezed Jason’s hand, enjoying the way their callouses fit together. “I want to be here. This is great— perfect. I guess I’m just over thinking things.”
“Well, good thing we’re at our destination then. I’m pretty sure it can distract even your brain,” Jason said, tilting his head to the left.
Danny leaned around him to see and gasped. “The natural history museum? I’ve been wanting to go!”
“I thought you might’ve been. But yeah, the Gotham Museum of Natural History: GMNH or, as Gothamites call it, Gamnhy.”
“That is so stupid. I love it,” Danny said with a grin. He started forward, giving Jason’s hand a tug. “Did you know they just redid their dinosaur exhibit a few years ago? I read about it when they got the new Mososaurs to display. Which, did you know, that New Jersey was under water for most of the Precambrian eras? It’s why it’s so easy to find fossilized shark teeth here! There’s even one park really known for it. Big… Creek? Stream? Brook! Big Brook Park. But despite this—”
Danny snapped his mouth closed, ducking his head. “Sorry. Guess I just sorta went off there.”
“Hey, no,” Jason said, bumping their shoulders together. “Give me the low down. I need to know what we’re about to see.”
“…are you sure?” Danny really didn’t want to bore Jason on their date. He knew he could talk too much about things people didn’t care about. What if Jason didn’t want another date after this?
“Really sure. Come on, tell me about your prehistoric ancestors, fish.”
“Oh shut up,” Danny said, but he was smiling again. “What I was saying, is despite being mostly underwater, the state fossil is the land based Hadrosaurus which has only one skeleton and it’s not even complete so who knows if it as even a real species. And the skeleton New Jersey is most famous for was the Dryptosaurus, which was the first full dinosaur skeleton found in the U.S. in the mid 1800’s.”
They went to the Hall of Paleontology first, of course, Danny talking all through it. From there they jumped to the Hall of Minerals and Gems, to the Hall of the Americas, through the Cabinet of Curiosity, and to the Hall of Bones. Once the tour groups of schools had cleared out for the day, they wandered through the now thankfully empty butterfly exhibit. Danny snapped a picture of Jason smiling and covered in butterflies. (It may have been set as his lock screen right away.)
“Last stop before the gift shop,” Jason said, twining their fingers together again as they exited the double doors of the atrium.
“Gift shop?” Danny asked with a bounc. “Yes! Museum gift shops are the best.”
Jason chuckled. “Thought you might like that, nerd. You better think of what you might want to grab from it, my treat.”
“You can’t just think of what you want from a museum gift shop,” Danny explained. “You have to wander around and take in the marvelous and absurd. The best things are always what you never expected.”
“Is that so?”
“That’s so.”
“Guess I’ll have to trust you on that one,” Jason said, edging them around an old couple moving ever so slowly and down a corridor. “Curious to see what you find, but first…”
Danny followed Jason’s motioning hand and gasped. His words were almost a reverent whisper. “The planetarium.”
“The planetarium,” Jason said. “Do you know how hard it was to plan out our paths so that we didn’t pass by it before?”
“Yeah?” Danny asked, grinning. He couldn’t believe that Jason had gone through that effort to make sure that the planetarium stayed a surprise. He leaned over, bumping their arms together lightly as they settled into the short line for the next showing.
The wait passed quickly as Danny talked about the recent count of Saturn’s moons passing over a hundred and how they ranged from the size of mercury to a sports arena. He glanced at Jason, from time to time, still nervous about boring the other, but the soft smile never left Jason’s lips.
They settled in away from the other few people in the showing, leaning back in the reclined seats circled around the central area. It had been years since since Danny had been to a planetarium. He’d forgotten, a little, the wonder of feeling surrounded by space. Danny tracked the comet as it moved across the projected dome of the planetarium, following it as it arced to the left behind them. The light of it caught in Jason’s eyes as it passed overhead and for a moment they seemed all the more blue. The corner of Jason’s lips were quirked up. Danny loved it when Jason smiled like that.
Without thinking, Danny fond himself brushing his fingers over the edges of that smile.
He could feel Jason’s breath catch against his thumb.
“Thank you,” Danny whispered.
The whole day had been amazing. If Danny had been told to plan a date for himself, he couldn’t have done a better job and here Jason had come up with all of it. The brunch, the museum, the planetarium— the promise of the gift shop and dinner after. It was all just… perfect, and Jason had known that.
Scraping together his fluttering nerves. Danny leaned up to kiss Jason on the cheek. “Thank you. Today has been perfect. I’m so glad you asked me.”
“I’m glad you said yes.”
Danny laughed softly, tucking hi head against Jason’s shoulder as he looked back up at the stars. “Ancients, we sound like we’re out of one of those rom-coms you love.”
“Excuse you, Jane Austen did not write rom-coms,” Jason said. “Besides, we’re not nearly hetronormative or creepily possessive enough to be in a rom-com.”
Danny felt like his grin would split his face as he turned his gaze back up to the dome. “Shut up and watch the stars, Casanova.”
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"That's what you want?" Jason asked. "Really? Why?"
They had been wandering around the gift shop for about a quarter of an hour, playing with the various displays, marveling at the slabs of nature and history for sale, and laughing over the cheap, silly trinkets. Danny didn’t want to pick anything expensive (even if Jason was a Wayne), but also he wanted something that would remind him of the trip. Finally, he’d found the perfect thing.
Danny wiggled the trilobite plush in Jason’s direction. “Because it’s cute.”
And Jason had listened to him talk for ages about dinosaurs.
Jason raised a dubious brow, clearly unconvinced. “It’s an ancient dead bug.”
“It’s cute,” Danny sang. “It’s just a little fellow. Just a little friend. Just a little Isotelus maximus! They’re cute and they want a kiss.”
He wiggled the plush again, giving the best puppy dog eyes he could over the top of the plush where it was held in front of his face.
Jason heaved a sigh before he leaned down and dropped a light kiss onto the fuzzy fabric. The way Jason looked at him over the top of of the plush made Danny swallow heavily.
“Now,” Jason asked, “can I kiss the person that I really want to?”
Danny could feel the heat of a blush rush up his cheeks. He couldn’t find the words, but managed a little nod as he lowered the plush trilobite. His eyes slid closed as Jason leaned in.
It was just a simple, soft press of the lips.
That’s all.
But it made Danny sigh happily and lean into the kiss.
Without a doubt, the best date ever.
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AN: And we finally have a kiss! And a date! Look at the boys go~
I couldn’t help but make Danny a dinosaur nerd. He seems like the type to have had that phase, and now as dead things they speak to him in a whole other way! I ripped a lot of the museum set up from the Houston Museum of Natural Science, which has an amazing prehistoric exhibit and the trilobite is 100% based on a plushy I have. I admit I have a disproportionate love for trilobites myself.
Ngl, I struggled with the chapter some (mostly due to self imposed expectations) because it is a big moment. I was actually going to post this yesterday, but the start was just a mess so it needed a rewrite- which I usually save for the ao3 version. But I think it got there, so I hope that you all liked it!
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I insta reblogged the cool elcor but as I did I was like “this is messy’s art isn’t it” XD Indeed it was
Mass Effect shitpost or horny drell art> this could be messy's lmao I have a brand
(also this took me soooooo long to answer holy shit)
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Desmond when he's dying: This would've never happened if I was just a pigeon.
Desmond: *Becomes a pigeon in the next life*
Introducing Desmond the Assassins suspiciously long-living pigeon.
(I love this for the sole purpose that turning Desmond into an eagle would have been the most obvious choice but you, nonny, deliberately turned him into a pigeon which is hilarious. Alright, let’s make Desmond’s pigeon life super weird)
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When Desmond woke up as a freaking pigeon, he was annoyed at himself. If he knew he could have been anything, he would have picked an eagle or even a freaking cat.
But nooooo. He just had to think he wanted to be a pigeon of all things.
Goddamn it.
Well, no use bemoaning his own cursed life.
He should get high up and see where the hell he was because this open sky was definitely not the Grand Temple.
…
…
…
Soooooo… how was he supposed to fly?
Just… flap his wings?
Flap
Flap
Flap
Fuck.
It wasn’t working.
Okay.
Maybe he just needed… momentum. Yeah, momentum might help?
So Desmond took a few step-
Sigh.
Desmond took a few hops back before running straight ahead into the edge of the roof where he had woken up on, flapping his wings the entire time and…
Yes! He was flying.
Holy shit, he was flying.
Wait.
Nope.
He was gliding.
He was fucking gliding and he was going down fast.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohf-
Slam.
Feathers flew everywhere as he smacked straight to a wall.
As if that wasn’t humiliating enough, he began to skid down, falling into the grassy ground with a pathetic thud.
A shadow appeared over him but he didn’t move.
He could feel one of his wings was now broken.
But more importantly, he was too embarrassed by that pathetic attempt at flying that he’d rather lie down on the ground for a while and contemplate just letting this bird life die out here.
“Are you dead, little one?” A voice that cracked at random asked and Desmond kept his eyes closed in total defeat.
He would like to say ‘yeah, pretty much’ and also 'uh, rude?' but it only came out as a sad cooing sound.
“It’s alright.” He felt hands grab him a bit too roughly, making him let out a pathetic cooing sound once more and the hands lessened their grip. He was cradled into someone’s arms and he was bounced lightly as the person carrying him began to run.
When he finally opened his eyes once more, he blinked when he recognized the gates ahead of them.
The front gates of Masyaf…
He was in Masyaf…
And it wasn’t the Masyaf that he had been in pictures after he heard from Shaun that Masyaf was under Abstergo’s control.
No.
This was the Masyaf he was familiar with.
This was-
“Altaïr.”
The teenager holding him stopped running and held him close as a…
Holy shit.
Was that Al Mualim?
He looked…
Young… ish.
“We had been worried. You shouldn’t leave the training ring without being dismissed.” Al Mualim said in a kind fatherly voice that made Desmond immediately want to peck him.
“I’m sorry, master. It’s just…” The teenager (holy shit, it was Altaïr. Not only that… it was Altaïr with a cracking voice! Desmond couldn’t stop himself from finding this amusing) raised his arms slightly to show Desmond who tried to glare at Al Mualim as a pigeon, “This little one broke its wing when it was trying to fly. I figured the healers might be able to do something about it.”
Al Mualim stared at Desmond for a moment before his eyes softened, “Very well. You’re dismissed today, Altaïr. Have the healers check the pigeon but…”
Al Mualim placed a hand on Altaïr’s shoulder and said, “Do not get your hopes up. Sometimes, it is impossible to fix a thing that is too broken already.”
Altaïr’s hold on Desmond tightened just a bit as he said quietly, “I understand, master.”
Desmond let out a cooing “yeah, fuck you too, asshole” that Al Mualim didn’t respond to, which made sense, since Desmond was now a fucking pigeon.
Ugh.
He just knew this new life of his was going to be a pain.
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(More of an idea summary)
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Altaïr
Desmond spends most of pre-AC1 getting treated for his broken wing and trying to learn how to fly afterward. The recruits and novices like him because he doesn’t act like a normal bird and likes to screech whenever Altaïr tries to leave him (in his defense, he was a grounded bird in a place that likes to find ‘alternative’ uses for stuff they can’t use and he can only think of one way to use a flightless bird who can’t even deliver messages).
He likes sitting on Altaïr’s shoulder. Whenever Abbas is nearby and being annoyed, he uses his minimal ‘flying’ skills to reach Abbas and peck him until he falls (Altaïr is always there to catch him). Because of this, Desmond got a hang of gliding and swooping (the falling is, unfortunately, still his greatest nemesis).
Abbas once threatened to cook Desmond and he almost got his eye pecked out because of it. (then received a very descriptive morbid detail of what Altaïr plans to do to him if he ever just as much try to pluck any of Desmond's feather)
Desmond will not, under any circumstances, eat worms. Kadar is the one who finds out Desmond likes fruits. Altaïr says Desmond is getting fat from all the fruits Kadar is giving him but Desmond pecks him. After that, Altaïr just gives Desmond a disappointed glare every time he sees Desmond eating the fruits Kadar brings him (who likes seeing him eat because Desmond makes this little sweet cooing sounds when he eats).
Malik secretly gives a bit of his own food whenever Altaïr is away because Desmond likes staying with him whenever Altaïr is busy. Malik never tells Altaïr about it and Desmond is a bird so it’s not like he can tattletale on him. However, Desmond’s soft spot for Malik makes Altaïr and Malik have a ‘nicer’ relationship… sorta.
Desmond finally learns to fly during Altaïr’s ‘punishment’. He saw Altaïr being chased by guards after killing one of the nines (maybe Garnier?) and he just… swoopes in to peck the guards to give Altaïr a chance to escape.
Maria is the one who actually asks outright why nobody is asking why this pigeon is still alive? Altaïr just says that it might be connected to the Apple of Eden because it does light up whenever Desmond touches it with his talons (Desmond doesn’t feel anything. It literally just lights up like a touch-activated lightbulb and Desmond is both disappointed and amused at the same time. He uses it to tell Altaïr he's been studying the Apple for too long and he needs to take a break.)
Darim likes giving him fruits too but he stops when Sef was born because he wants to be seen as a responsible big brother. Sef, on the other hand, loves Desmond and plays with him a lot. Desmond becomes an unofficial babysitter because everyone just agrees that the POE must have done something to his brain. That’s the only explanation they could think of as to why Desmond acts so intelligent. Desmond questions everyone's sanity for letting a bird babysit two children.
On the other hand, any time Desmond tries to actually communicate to someone by trying to write on the sand or that one incident where he tipped the ink bottle and used it to make some kind of ‘hand writing’, his words always end up gibberish and Desmond isn’t sure if ‘something’ is making him unable to write properly OR if there was some kind of human speech to bird language thing going on in his mind and that’s why he understands everyone but that shit doesn’t work when he’s trying to write his bird language. (Although, he can’t communicate with any other animals anyway)
Desmond stays with Sef when Altaïr and the other go to assassinate Genghis Khan. At this point, Desmond is a freaking master in bird stealth and manages to find incriminating documents that shows Abbas was planning a coup (Abbas and his cohorts got sloppy now that Altaïr was away). The coup was unsuccessful and Sef and Malik lived. (because fuck canon)
Desmond stays with the Ibn-La’Ahad bloodline (especially Sef’s bloodline) until something inside him suddenly calls to him, creating a golden thread-like mist that only he can see.
Having a feeling of where it was going to take him, Desmond only leaves after staying with his last ‘owner’ until her dying breath.
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Ezio
When Desmond gets to Italia, Ezio has just been born.
He stays by the window and watches Ezio. The maids tried to shoo him away whenever they see him. Giovanni sees him at least twice but just thought he was a normal bird.
Ezio grew up seeing him as his guardian angel (“Your guardian angel is a pigeon?” “At least I can see mine!”) and that idea only solidified when he was a teenager who just learned pigeons are not supposed to live this long.
However, Desmond keeps his distance because he knows that people would find it weird (and maybe even the devil’s work) if Ezio has a pet pigeon who is still alive after all these years.
He does, however, always fly near Ezio whenever he used the rooftops and stays with him if they’re in a hiding spot or really high up.
This, inadvertently, helps Ezio be better at freerunning and climbing (and stealth) before that fateful day.
On that fateful day, Desmond leaves Ezio to warn the Auditores by squawking really loudly on the rooftop until Federico had enough and went up to see what has Ezio’s guardian angel all squawking up a storm when it was usually silent. Federico sees the guards coming towards the Palazzo and alerts his father because Desmond made a show of diving in and getting one of the wanted paper that they all had to identify the Auditores and giving it to Federico with a flapping motion that says “run, fucking run!!!”
The Auditores don’t get captured but they had to go into hiding instead. Giovanni tries to talk to his friend Uberto Alberti about this with the evidence but Desmond is not having any of that. Federico is stuck because he’s been ordered to protect his family but Ezio was still out in Firenze so Desmond goes to him and takes him to Giovanni.
Ezio gets there in time to see his father being cornered by guards and he and Desmond helps Giovanni get out.
Unfortunately, the only thing that shows that the Auditores were innocent was with Uberti and he had burned it in front of Giovanni for dramatic effect and because he isn’t stupid.
Left with no choice, the Auditore family leaves Firenze to seek shelter in Monteriggioni.
(Altaïr’s statue has a pigeon on his shoulder and Desmond tries to get Ezio to realize that he’s the pigeon by sitting next to his pigeon statue and mimicking the puffed-up pose. Ezio just chuckles and says “Yes, angelo mio, you are more beautiful than Altaïr’s pigeon”)
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(Okay, that’s as far as I got. If anyone wants me to do a semi-summary/semi-fic continuation of the Kenway soap opera, Arno and the Frye twins, let me know XD)
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(Unorganized ideas)
There is no eagle connection ala Layla Trilogy between Desmond and any of his ‘owners’. He's literally just a pigeon with a long lifespan.
Sef once pinched a feather from Desmond without his approval because he dropped the feather that the Rafiq gave him, Desmond pecked him in the ear the entire time they were back in the bureau and the Rafiq just looked at him with an expression of ‘Do you really think I don’t know the difference between a pigeon’s feather and an eagle’s feather? Bitch, I’ve been Rafiq longer than you’ve been alive.’ but only takes the feather silently while Sef grins at him. It took lots of fruits for Desmond to stop being angry at him (and Sef knew he fucked up because the moment they returned to Masyaf, Desmond sat on Darim’s shoulder with his back turned, making Darim go “What did you do now, Sef?” in that tired older brother tone that he has used so many times by now)
Petruccio absolutely believes Desmond is Ezio’s guardian angel. Claudia and Federico didn’t until Desmond helped them escape
#desmond as an ageless pigeon#semi-short fic semi-idea rambling#... soooo business as usual i guess?#ask and answer#assassin's creed#desmond miles#altaïr ibn la'ahad#kadar al sayf#malik al sayf#darim ibn la'ahad#sef ibn la'ahad#ezio auditore#federico auditore#giovanni auditore#teecup writes/has a plot
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HOLY SHIT!!! Your "Time" fic was soooooo good. I re-read both parts 1&2 more times than I care to admit. So i ask....I beg.. pls give us a part 3. I need Daddy Obi-Wan with his kid. Its a necessity..TBH won't be mad if you do more Dad Obi-Wan fics in the future. Pls feed us 😫
AN | Not gonna lie, dad Obi-Wan gets me. Every. Time. Here’s just a few bits of soft family fluff 🥰
Pairing | Obi-Wan x Fem!Reader
Warnings | None
Word Count | 2k
Masterlist | Main, Star Wars
Part 1, Part 2
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It was a curious thing, he thought, the idea of you having a child. Even more so that it was his child. The idea of having a family, a wife and a child, was something he had conceptualized often when he was younger, but any thoughts had been pushed further out of his mind with each passing year. He’d had a family in Qui-Gon, with Anakin, Padme, and those that were closest with, with the Jedi. He’d even consider young Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa an extension of that family. But to have and hold one of his own, to call his own, was an entirely different thing.
He’d wrangled a lot with guilt and trepidation, but over time he came to terms with the fact that the life he had once known was gone. It was never coming back and this was his life now. He wondered what he would have done if he’d met you before everything changed. He figured - he knew - he would have loved you from afar, nothing else or more to keep both of you safe. But as he watched you sleep, quietly snoring as you laid next to him, belly round with the child you’d created out of nothing but love, he couldn’t have been happier. You were due any day now, and Obi-Wan realized that his life was going to be dramatically changing once again. But this time he was ready for it, he welcomed it.
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“I thought I might find you here,” your voice was still thick with sleep as you walked into the room that you’d turned into a small nursery. You rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes as you found Obi-Wan sitting in the rocking chair, holding your son as the little one slept peacefully, “is everything alright?”
“Yes, of course,” his voice was soft as he stroked the baby’s back, careful not to wake him, “he was being fussy is all. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“It would have been a worthwhile awakening,” you offered him a sleepy smile, holding your hand out to him, “come on back to bed, my love. Bring the baby - a night in our bed won’t hurt him.”
He chuckled quietly as he slowly stood up, holding the baby to his chest as he took your hand. You crawled back into bed and bundled yourself in the soft blankets, settling your son in between the two of you as Obi-Wan made himself comfortable. You were out and sleeping soundly within a few minutes, a little smile on your face, a matching one on little Jeron’s face. This was his life now; every day filled with the two of you. What had been a foreign, vague concept long ago had become his reality. He wouldn’t have changed a single moment of it.
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There was a serious expression on his face as he watched his young son toddle around the yard, chasing the butterflies that had come along with the warm summer months. He was giggling happily, not a care in the world as he moved around as fast as he could on his wobbly little legs. Obi-Wan was sitting on the small porch, lost so deeply in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear you come out and sit next to him.
“I’d ask what’s on your mind,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head, “but I have a strong feeling I already know.”
“I’m sure you do,” his reply was gentle as he took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze, “if there ever was anyone that knew me better than myself it would be you.”
“That goes both ways, my love,” you both laughed as a butterfly landed on Jeron’s nose which caused him to squeal in delight, “I know that my words of reassurance aren’t necessarily going to make anything better or alleviate your worries, but whatever happens, we will be fine. Jeron will be safe, nothing’s going to happen.”
“You’ve never been wrong before,” he sighed wistfully, causing you to beam at him, “I suppose you’re not going to start being wrong now, are you?”
“Nope,” you pressed a big kiss to his cheek before jumping up and holding your hand out for him to take, “come on, it’s a beautiful day. Let’s take the little one and go to the river.”
“Sounds like a perfect idea,” he agreed, his hand slipping into ours effortlessly.
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“Daddy,” Jeron tugged on his father’s hand as he pulled him through the market, excitedly heading towards the stall that he knew often had toys, “come on! We can’t miss it!”
Obi-Wan cast a weary little glance in your direction before you both smiled. Like it had even been a question - your husband would have done anything for that little boy without a moment of hesitation.
“Go on then,” you gave him a gentle nudge forward, “I’ll be fine on my own for a bit. I’m just going to get some fresh fruits and vegetables.”
“Are you sure that-”
“I am positive, my love,” you playfully rolled your eyes, hiking the small wicker basket higher onto your arm, “I am perfectly capable of handling myself. I am pregnant, not helpless.”
“If you’re sure,” he cast a soft little glance at the bump that you were no longer able to disguise, “we’ll meet up with you soon.”
“I’m sure you will,” you promised, as Jeron huffed lightly again, “go on, or I’m afraid you’ll be in trouble with your son.”
“My son?” he laughed, that warm, rich sound like music to your ears, “funny how that works, isn’t it?”
“Right now, he’s all yours,” you grinned, rubbing your hand over your belly, “but when he’s all tired and calmed down, he’s ours.”
“Daddy,” Jeron motioned for Obi-Wan to pick him up, which he did so without hesitation, setting him on his hip, “come on!”
“Alright,” Obi-Wan ruffled his dark hair affectionately, “let’s get going before we miss anything terribly exciting.”
You laughed to yourself as you watched the two of them disappear into the crowd. It was almost funny to think that at one point Obi-Wan had been so worried about becoming a father, wondering if he would be good enough to raise and nurture a child. He had adapted to it without a moment of hesitation or fear, and you knew that your young son adored him more than anything.
When you’d found out that you were pregnant for a second time, there hadn’t even been a moment of fear or worry, only excitement. It made the fear and trepidation you had experienced melt away and disappear without a trace.
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“What are you thinking about?” this time it was Obi-Wan’s turn to ask you, as he wrapped an arm around your middle and pulled you closer to him, leaving almost no space between your bodies on the soft bed. You shrugged lightly as he brushed a few stray locks of hair out of your face, “you’re thinking much too loudly.”
“My mind is rather preoccupied,” you admitted after a few moments, a small huff escaping your lips, “with both nothing important and things that perhaps are important.”
“Whatever has got you worried is valid,” he whispered with a kiss to your forehead, “perhaps I can help alleviate some of those worries? Or at the very least, I can do my best to attempt to help.”
“You always help, my love,” you promised softly as you reached for his hand and laced your fingers together, “I suppose…it’s just…I’m worried about the baby. Not about the baby itself, but…what is going to happen when we have both? What if I won't be a good mother?”
"I hate to break this to you, darling, but you already are a mother," the silly little smile on his face was enough to make your heart flutter happily, "and you happen to be an excellent one at that. Our son adores you, as do all the children around here."
"I know," you sighed lightly, "but if I can't handle two? What if one feels more loved than the other? Especially Jeron - I don't want him to feel felt out with the baby."
"I won't pretend that I think it's going to be easy with two of them," at least you would never have to say that your husband was a liar. You couldn’t help the small little groan that escaped your lips, which caused you both to laugh lightly, "but the best things are always worth working for. You have always been fighting for you, as has our son, and now the newest edition."
"I hope you know that I am trying very hard not to cry," despite your best efforts, a few tears had pearled up and rolled down your cheeks. He reached over and gently brushed them away with his thumb, "I hope you know that you have always been worth it too. Every moment with you has been worth it."
"As will every moment going forward too," he promised softly, his words of reassurance somehow making everything feel better. Like you could do this, "and besides, you're not doing this alone. I will be with you every step of the way. Whatever you need, darling."
"You always seem to know exactly what to say," you leaned in so your nose was brushing against his, his soft lips just within reach, "thank you, Obi-Wan. I love you more than I could ever put into words."
"And I you," he closed the small distance and finally kissed you, softly and delicately, "get some rest now. Everything will look better in the morning."
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It was hard to believe that he could have ever created something so small and beautiful. It had stunned him the first time with your son, but the second time around with your daughter was just as wondrous. She had come into the world kicking and screaming, seemingly angry at having to come out of her previous home.
But as soon as she was placed into Obi-Wan's arms, she settled down, her mad little expression softening as she quieted down and looked around.
"She's already taken with you," you grinned at him, watching his face go through a million different emotions. The nerves you'd been experiencing about having little Lila join your family had gone away as soon as you'd gotten to hold her and met her. It was as if she had been meant to join your family. In some ways, you supposed, she really was, "just like the rest of us."
"She's beautiful," his voice was barely above a whisper as he gently traced over her features, "I can't believe we made her."
"Hey now," you laughed lightly, "I did the hard work, you've just contributed part of the genes!"
"As if I would ever forget that," he leaned down and kissed your head, "thank you for all that you have done with both of our children."
"It still seems scary," you confessed, "having two of them at once. But I think - I know - we'll be alright. Better than alright even. I love you, Obi-Wan. You, Jeron, and little Lila."
"We love you too," his voice was so gentle and soft that it almost made you cry then and there, "and I know too - our little family is perfect.
#obi-wan kenobi#obi-wan kenobi x reader#obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader#obi-wan kenobi x you#ewan mcgregor#ewan mcgregor x reader#ewan mcgregor x you#kenobi
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I had never classified myself as a radfem until around a couple years ago when the gender stuff came up in full force. I'm a tall lesbian, not super feminine but not masculine either, I don't wear a lot of makeup but my hair is long, deeper voice, tattoos, short nails, etc. and my friends in college were doing EVERYTHING in their power to convince me that I'm a she/they if not a they/them (coincidentally they all had she/they or some other combo in their bios atp). and I remember just being so put off by it that it completely swung me.
Tumblr also had a lot to do with it. I've been a jaded member of the LGBT community for years but I remember the EXACT moment I took a step back from even trying to empathize with the transtrenders and it was when a mutual asked me to be their "queer platonic partner"... wtf (also the push to say queer in the first place is disgusting) anyway, sorry to rant. have a great night ❤️
never EVER be sorry to rant!!!!
holy shit, anonita ME TOO!!! IT WAS SO FUCKING WEIRD IT LITERALLY IS LIKE THEYRE TRYING TO INDOCTRINATE YOU INTO A CULT!!!!
just existing as a masculine woman is an anomaly for these people, and they try soooooo fucking hard to get you into their stupid little cult and its horrifying for lack of a better term, they really are trying to make the definition of the word 'woman' not exist anymore
also... help...??????? not the 'queer platonic partner' im gonna scream... why are they so fucking weird
i hate the push to say queer too its so reductive
i love you anonita, thank you for your ask!!! love yourself, you deserve it! <33
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Well, hello there. I just came across your post about Keiwa Sakurai allegedly triggering the Apocalypse. Could you please elaborate on why you hold that belief? Did the Apocalypse occur concurrently with his wish? I'm struggling to discern the correlation between "wishing for the resurrection dead due to the circumstances in caused by the DGP" and the actual initiation of the Apocalypse.
No no wait please please tell me this isn’t a reply to the post I think it is. This is soooooo funny oh my god how did you cherry pick that bit like are you saying—
Hey remember “Keiwa is allowed to cause the apocalypse and enslaved a woman because no one went to check up on him 🥺🥺 at home after his sister died🥺🥺🥺”
Hey remember how Keiwa told Ace to his fucking face that the reason he did it was bc Ace didn’t keep his dying and enslaved mother alive to atone for what she was forced to do?
^ is this the post you’re referring to???? The one primarily about the way Keiwa dehumanized and victim blamed the goddesses of creation, as did his fans? This the post you’re ignoring that argument to ask me about????
Okay, okay. Benefit of the doubt. If you genuinely believe that I made a mistake, sure, okay. Jitt and Beroba took advantage of Ace and Keiwa’s genuine wishes to allow people the right to their memories and revive their own victims to create a hell world, but that world was only possible because of Keiwa’s wish, and that wasn’t even the point that had him turn back! Oh no, you see HE lost things. And he still has to be screamed at by Michinaga before he even BEGAN to realize something was wrong with his new choice.
And even if he didn’t intend it, you know what selling out Tsumuri did? Allow ENDLESS future apocalypses. Endless more DGPs to possibly end badly. How many more empty cities from losses? Does none of that matter so long as everything before is fixed? Keiwa seems to think so!
Holy shit this is so fucking funny.
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Perceiving the vampire Mihyo so hard damn the 16 year old in me that watched the second and third seasons of the vampire diaries a few too many times for it to be healthy is screaming and crying. Original Mina fits soooooo well and sire drama with Sana? Sign me up lmao.
Is Sana like a ripper or something? I need to know more
having tvd and twilight come out around the same time when i was a kid clearly altered my brain chemistry bc i will eat up absolutely every single piece of vampire media. every year or so i’m like ‘holy shit i remember how good tvd was let me rewatch it’ and i always tap out around season 3-4. but seriously the first few seasons are just unmatched. the drama, the characters - katherine, the originals, ugh it was all just so good!
but i’ve never seen an idol have such a vampire-esque energy quite like mina. she just has this perfect mysterious allure about her that draws people in. plus her striking beauty and undeniable elegance is just perfect vampire material! like i need more vampire!mina content so so bad.
as for sana, something about her just encapsulates the lustful and sinful side of vampirism to me. so i imagine when mina turned her, and she was turned with her humanity flipped off - it awoke something sinister. i kind of wanted the juxtaposition tvd had with damon and stefan, and explore two different approaches to vampirism. on one hand we have mina, who still values life and keeps her humanity. she’s lived long enough that she forgot what it was like to be human and she hates herself for it. she misses the beauty of living and all of the complexities of humanity. she wants to remember what it’s like to live each day as if it’s her last and be close to people who won’t eventually be taken by time. meanwhile sana basks in the promise of eternity and the power she’s built for herself. when she turned and that love for mina took a backseat, she decided vampirism was wasted on someone like mina. she’s more powerful than anything else in this world, so she should act like it. to sana, the world is her playground. humans are toys and meals. her clan are her servants. basically it’s her world and we’re all just living in it. she has more money, more influence, and more power than any person can hope to achieve. she’s invincible... well that is until the slayer figures out a way to kill mina. which sana can’t let that happen.
so yes, in a way she’s a ripper. like if katherine was a ripper, that would be sana. she’s sexy, she’s powerful, she’s manipulative, and of course she’s a little sadistic. i imagine after living for so many years and not seeing humans as people, sometimes a girl’s got to play with her food to still enjoy the thrill of the kill.
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Hiii, Marianne, I remember you writing in tags that you have lots of skz cards. I was wondering what are your favourite or the most precious? You can ignore this if you don't want to answer))
Hiiii! sorry this took me a long time to answer but I had to really think about it 🙈 I do have a lot of pcs... A lot. I think I have around 200 pcs now. 🥹 Me and my gf collect them and we have a few binders now. It's just so much fun ❤️ I have a lot of favorites so I tried to choose a few of them to show you!! 🥰 Warning... this is a long post -> (I would show you our entire collection if I could lmao)
Left: This pc was one of my first pulls, and it's actually the pc I took with me to Newark to see the Kids in concert, so it's very precious to me. I'm very attached and it's soooo cute (all these double sided pcs are the BEST)
Right: One of the best Seungmin looks ever and this was actually really hard to find? I get why it's popular, but finding it completed our Oddinary album pc collection and it was an amazing moment :')
Left: We actually PULLED this card. It's rare af. I'm just in love with it. The entire Oddinary jewel case series is amazing but THIS ONE. Holy shit it's perfect.
Right: Got it for 10$ and now it's super hard to find, one of my favorite Hyunjin pcs if not my fave, it's perfect, perfect, perfect. (Honestly all the Maxident pcs are great, they are so colorful and fun, I love this look too.)
Now I mostly collect Changbin and my gf collects Felix. We do ot8 album pcs, but for the pobs (pre order benefits) we mostly focus on Bin and Lix (and I indulge the occasional Jisung lol).
Left: These were my ABSOLUTE prios for SO LONG and I shed tears when I got them. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HIMMMMMM. They are some of my most expensive pcs (25-30) but so so worth it. SO WORTH IT.
Right: Changbin venom. That's all I need to say. I also love these because they are lucky draws, so the pcs are not just cardboard, they are a little thicker and soooooo smooth.
Left: I really had given up on the idea of ever having a Dwaekki pc but a friend i made collecting sold it to me. HE'S SO CUTE. I'm obsessed with it.
Right: You know that Wolfgang performance...? It's a pc from that. Everything is perfect here. His smile, his hair, the outfit, the vibes. It's a rare pc and my gf got it for me as a gift. It's my favorite of Bin I think.
Left: LOOK AT HIM. HE'S JUST SO CUTE. My gf has an amazing Felix collection and this one is in my favorites. The colors are immaculate, Lix is a cutiepie, I'm in love.
Right: I also have a mini very selective Seulgi collection because she owns my soul. I have this pc. It's a big flex. I didn't even pay that much for it but it runs for hundreds of dollars. I cry every day and it never leaves my sight.
There are SOOOO many more. Like I'm in love with so many pcs. But that's some of them and it was so nice to talk about it <3 Thank you for asking it's so nice of you.
If anyone ever wants to talk photocards please do not hesitate! I've only been collecting since July but it's been so much fun and I made a lot of friends because of it and I love to talk about it. ❤️
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KINNGGGG i wanna hear ur SINGINgf also how do u do it on the internet ND SHIT
aw i'm so sorry i was asleep when you sent these. also i'm answering publicly because i worked really hard on this and i'm an attention whore <3
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/JtKieEFCV7BtZAXS7 here is my favorite solo ever but it's like eight years old hhhahha (in jp)
https://twitter.com/r4nsetsu/status/1499543423942017027?s=21&t=TymQWkkhekI-WtIskXK4tQ here is one of my karaoke songs since you said i had good taste JFJKEFJ (in en)
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/riJe3tAc3wCJwdbbA here is my comeback from last year (i failed at mixing this so i think i will re-mix it when i am better at doing that HFJKSJFJFK i do love shrieky vocals in my voice tho) (in jp)
https://twitter.com/r4nsetsu/status/1500281411185647619?s=21&t=giIbl15LU9WmTbn1hWY86g here's an emo mili song bc i am soo dramatic (in en)
https://youtu.be/onhI9oNXu7c here is my favorite collab ever!!! i am second from the right (in jp)
logistically how do i sing on the internet? i use:
1. blue snowball USB mic. many people will tell you to get an XLR mic, which is better quality, but also requires extra hardware to actually connect it to the computer so it's a higher price point. i wouldn't necessarily recommend that for just getting started! if i manage to record again when my current life situation is resolved i will probably upgrade tho because i am trying to learn to mix better so i want sexier mic quality. I HAVE ALSO USED THE MIC FROM ROCK BAND FOR THE NINTENDO WII which works SURPRISINGLY WELL. it was a USB mic i already had lying around and it gets the job done! in theory a mic is the only thing you might need to purchase to get started so it is a pretty low cost of entry hobby, i think my snowball was $50 ish but there might be better recommended USB mics these days
2. reaper to record and mix (technically paid software in the same way winrar is paid software, i have run it on an "evaluation license" for thousands of hours) it is unfortunately SUPER unintuitive and if you are open to p*rating adobe products i 100000% recommend adobe audition over reaper. however i am lazy and have never tried to get my hands on audition since i grew a pair and stopped paying for it :) reaper also has a built in manual TUNER which is soooooo nice because melodyne, while easier to use, is expensive (🏴☠️)
3. straight up just youtube and google for the instrumentals i need (i always make sure i can find them before i record bc most things have an instrumental available somewhere, but not all!). sometimes you can also find a reference for the harmony lines of a song and go really ham and record those too! or some people can just harmonize by ear but i am usually not very good at it so if i can't find a ref i just don't do it HAHA
4. soooooo many tutorials on youtube! i most recently learned how to time vocals without making them choppy, like how to stretch or shrink a syllable if multiple people are singing so they are more in unison. it's a lot of fun to learn things! (except EQ. learning EQ is part of why i'm on hiatus because it made me hate myself. all the homies hate EQ)
5. various video editing software which not everyone prioritizes anymore! the youtaite community specifically, which is where i have been on and off for almost 12 years holy shit, is youtube based so video is a big part of it. you can also usually charm ppl into making simple videos for you (i know this for a fact bc i am the ppl getting charmed into making simple videos for others)
and most importantly, i have
6. a ✨big fat ego✨ about my voice to allow me to sing on the internet because it can be really daunting!!! i used to perceive some really unpleasant tone in my voice and it took me a long time to come to terms with it, and i used to compare myself to everyone. karaoke and musical theater have done a lot for my relationship with my voice <3
[i was going to talk even fucking more about my Process here but i feel like i am writing a book. idk how much ramble you signed up for!! but if you think this is for you i would love to answer questions or help out]
ALSO IT IS SO MUCH FUN TO WORK WITH OTHER PEOPLE! oh my god! i did a chorus battle last year and most of my team was in GERMANY! that's so far away we would NEVER have met and we worked so hard and made something together!! talk about human connection!
also you can sing literally whatever the fuck you want. i have not joined the choir in my community because i do not want to be stuck singing what the choir sings. i have not done any musical theater since RENT because i do not care about most musicals. i want to sing whatever i feel like singing and whatever is most fun and meaningful for me. it's my voice and i get to decide what to do with it etc
in conclusion: singing on the internet can be so rewarding and there is a pretty hoppin community of other people who sing on the internet who will be nice to you and offer advice/answer questions and sing songs with you. and it is really goddamn time consuming but i like it a lot. bye
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👀 and/or 💔
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
to be really honest im not actively working on anything RIGHT NOW as in this exact moment. the bluebells blush when they sing surprisingly took a lot out of me since it was so long,, and not actually planned to be that long,,, on top of the fact that im a working girl who sometimes has to put her own livelihood over fic, no matter how much i love it.
i will say tho that i have about a 2k start on a fic that's premise is "what if cas gave his whole speech to dean before being taken by the empty, but never actually said i love you" so like,, what happens in post-canon after a castiel-empty rescue where both dean and cas have to figure out on their own terms what to do next and what the other is feeling because cas never actually confessed. its gonna be a dean pov but very much centered towards dean taking care of cas once the world is saved, and how that grows their relationship and trust and sappy shit. i would say so far its giving a cross between there is rest for the wicked and on the sixth day in terms of vibes
i also have a little shortie drabble that i may or may not actually finish based off of this text post i made (i just spent so long looking for that because tumblrs search function is awful jesus christ)
and also also i dont have anything written yet but i think its be nice to write a regarding dean au fic at some point, just because there can never be enough of them lmaoooo
💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?
hmmm i would say the only time ive actually cried while writing a fic was in living dying words when cas and meg are saying their goodbyes. i literally cried writing "take me to bed, clarence?" cuz it just felt soooooo like it was so much idk,, which is funny because its not even a destiel moment.
i also get a lot of emotions when i reread in this louisiana bar, when dean tells cas "I bet I do, too. Love you." and then the rest of the scene after that eughhhgghhh
lastly, almost all of cas's scenes in linden,,,, like holy shit hes just a guy hes a little guy hes so lonely he wants to lpve and to be loved so badly im gonna squeeze the sadness right out of him or die trying
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Top 5 ouat characters that aren't main characters and top 5 ouat season one episodes :)?
beckyyyy thank you for the ask <3333 @intothewickedwood
top 5 non-main characters:
1. neal cassidy. idk if we'd consider him 'not a main character', but to me, the main characters are the charmings, henry, regina, rumple and hook soooo yes i consider neal a non-main character :)))) i could write essays on how much i love neal cassidy so i will save everyone from reading me scream about him but i love him w my entire heart and he deserved so. much. better.
2. elsa (and anna). i really really loved the frozen arc (i know no one else did but w.e it was so good) and i loved elsa soooooo much. i wish that the sisters stayed in storybrooke and became part of the cast bc emma and elsa's friendship was so sweet and they balanced one another out so well and idk it would've been cute if they all stayed
3. august! i know that the writers would've fucked him up along the way if he had stuck around and joined the charmings crew, BUT i have fallen in love with his character and the possibilities of what storybrooke would've been like had he stuck around as an adult (thanks @bewilderedmoth) also after reading way too much sq fic, august is always emma's best friend/brother and i just wish that we got to see more of that in the show bc i really really loved their banter and i think he would've been a really good person for emma to lean on during all the shit she went through and all of their scenes together were just sooooo good (like look at that gif!! look how CUTE THEY ARE zasxdcfvgbh)
4. ruuubbbyyyyyy! i really thought that ruby would stick around past season 2, i really thought she was a permanent part of the charming crew but she disappeared and i am very sad about that! i loved her friendship w snow and her budding kindof friendship with emma and ugh she was just so cute and i really loved her when she was around. much like august, her character lives on in fic and i am thoroughly happy for that <3
5. merida! honestly i don't remember much about her character bc i have blocked s5 from my memory, but from what i do remember, i really enjoyed her and she was really funny imo lmao
top 5 s1 episodes:
1. the pilot DUH. i remember thinking like 'holy shit this is something no one has ever done before how did no one think of this?!' after watching the pilot and it was just sooooo good. it sucked me in from the first scene and i was like wooow this show is gonna go places lmao
2. hat trick. this was the episode for me. i loved all the episodes leading up to it, but this one was where i was like 'oh my god this show is GOOD'. i loved that it was a fairytale show but that episode dealt w this mad man kidnapping someone and DRUGGING someone and emma being an absolute badass and ugh the chemistry between jennifer morrison & sebastian stan was off the charts and it was just such a good ep. not to mention getting to watch emma be vulnerable for the first time when she calls snow her family cfvghbj just a great episode all around!!
3. red-handed. i had absolutely no idea who ruby was and it was driving me CRAZY bc i figured out everyone else pretty much (besides august, he took way too long for me to figure out lmao) and i loved her backstory and i also loved her coming into her own and "quitting" granny's and helping emma find clues. it was a cute episode!!
4. the stranger. SIMPLY bc of the scene in the woods with emma and august. this show doesn't have the best acting all of the time, but that scene hits different. like i would say that was one of (if not the best) jennifer morrison's best scenes in the entire show and i truly believed she was emma swan and that someone was just recording her, totally forgetting that there was a camera crew there with them and all that. i re-watch that scene on youtube sometimes and it gives me chills!
5. a land without magic. i was starting to get annoyed by emma's total disbelief in the curse and then it just finally happened and i was so happy lmao. it was intriguing to watch her interact w everyone knowing that they were fairytale characters from then on lmao. and also, watching emma & regina team up to save henry is always a good time <3 this TOTALLY isn't a fave episode bc of the strictly platonic heated argument in the closet where emma and regina's faces were 2 inches apart from one another, no waaaaaaaay.
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grabs you and i mean just GRABS you death note or yakuza for that ask game teehee
I WILL do death note *Is grabbed*
first character i fell in love with: ive loved light since i started reading :) i love him sooooo much he makes me so emo
character i never expected to love as much as i do now: mello! i kind of disliked him when i first saw him i thought his design was kind of boring? but then i saw his coat and his outfits n stuff n i was like holy shit this guy is gay
character everyone else loves that i dont: soichiro?? LOL like the authors of dn r obsessed with him for some reason and a lot of like dn youtubers n shit love him but i think hes boring. and hes a cop and an asshole. in the drama hes a little better but his character arc is mostly just light forgiving him and being like "i understand why you did it" for the shit he did and not him actually atoning like. be there for ur family bitch
character i love that everyone else hates: i guess near.. on tumblr near is p much universally loved but i hear the larger fanbase hates him :( why do u hate transmasc kings. i hear a lot of Near is a carbon copy of L he has no personality hes too smart he cheated at the end wahhh. which i think is all bs i think hes pretty and interesting and soooooo gender
character i used to love but dont anymore: no idea? i guess i felt more positive things abt kiyomi while i was reading but shes kind of forgettable. i just sat here trying to think of what characters exist and it took me a solid 30 seconds to remember that she exists. but maybe thats just bc shes not in the drama
character i would smooch: L lawliet *twirls hair* BOTH animanga and drama. hes very pretty. and matsuda especially drama matsuda as ive said hes gorgeous its insane
character id want to be like: near! hes very gender. im positive that if i didnt have long hair rn hed have made me want to grow my hair out again
character id slap: look i love L but he makes some questionable decisions. for example if i was misa or light in the yotsuba arc i WOULD have hit him no doubt. also soichiro probably he just irritates me
pairing that i love: ummm L/light. they make me soooooo sad all the time </3
pairing that i despise: again idk abt despise btu i dont rly like near/mello it feels weird. theyre completely siblings in my brain ill never understand it. WAIT SAYU/L IVE SEEN THAT TOO ITS SO GROSS SAYU IS LIKE 15 I THINK
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FIC: Welcome To Backwater ch.6 (spicyhoney)
Summary: There are some strange happenings in this little town, is Stretch about to get some answers or only more questions?
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The store was still a good block away by the time Stretch’s legs decided they’d had enough of doing all the heavy lifting today and would he mind finding a place for them to park his ass for a while, thank you ever so much.
His youthful escorts started drifting off right around the time he got into town proper and his sneakers hit sidewalk. Probably outsiders weren’t as interesting without the possibility of imminent disaster and the kiddos started back to their abandoned bikes and hopscotch squares, leaving him to stagger on.
By then, the wobble that had infected his knees before he even got out of the cornfield was working its way up to a full-out gelatin jiggle and his mouth was filled with the taste of the sweat that ran down his skull, bittersweet salt heavy on his tongue. The sun overhead was bearing down on him, the heat scalding through his t-shirt and shorts right down to his bones.
He wasn’t gonna make it to the store, Stretch realized with dismay, and flopping down on the sidewalk would be about as comfortable as hopping into a greasy skeleton-sized frying pan. Ending the afternoon charbroiled was somehow even less appealing than going back for s second visit with Edgar Allen and Stretch gave his surroundings a slightly desperate look.
The library. He hadn’t been inside yet, but it was right there, not ten unsteady steps away. A small ‘open’ card was in the front window and it was sure to have air conditioning, plus a place to sit and tally up what remained of his scattered wits.
Stretch gathered up the last of his waning endurance and headed for the door. It opened easily, no cowbell here to mark his entrance, and the blissfully cool rush of crisp air against his sweating skull the moment he opened the door confirmed all his hopes and dreams. He managed to close the door behind him and then staggered back a step to lean against the solid wood. Hopefully, no one else was heading in to swap out their latest reads for something new because he needed about five good minutes before he was prepared to even try moving.
Now that he was out of the heat, his mind was clearing a little and he was able to give the library a good look around. It took a minute longer for his vision to adjust; compared to the bright sunshine, this room was like stepping into a shadow, dim and mysterious the way libraries should be, even ones that weren’t in weird little towns.
Huh. It was bigger than it looked on the outside, big shocker there, another little surprise of Backwater’s to add to his growing list. Only one room, sure, smelling musky despite the air conditioning, but the bookshelves were tall, towering even over his head and Stretch was on no one’s short end of the scale. The walls were lined with those shelves, and more stood independently, every one of them heavy with all kinds of books.
There were also a couple of small wooden tables and for the first time, Stretch noticed he wasn’t alone. Someone was sitting at one of the tables with his back to the door and unless there was yet another skeleton Monster hanging around town that Red hadn’t bothered to introduce, it had to be his brother. Couldn’t be sure, of course, all Stretch could see was his back, but he was willing to lay down a bet on even odds.
He’d left off the jacket this time, a wise choice in Stretch’s opinion given the ever-rising thermometer outside. Instead, he was wearing a thin black t-shirt and without the bulk of the leather jacket, his shoulders were narrower, putting him at only a little broader than Stretch’s generally scrawny condition. A crimson scarf was neatly wound around his neck, adding a splash of bright color not only to him, but to the shadowy room.
His spine was poker stiff, only his neck bent as he perused whatever book was in front of him, and his voice was that same rich chocolate tinged with battery acid from their first meeting as he spoke without turning around.
"Choosing to broaden your horizons with reading instead of wasting all your time at the movies, my, what will my brother…say…" the skeleton trailed off as he turned his head enough to glance at him. His head whipped around to give Stretch the full force of his startled gaze. The chair screeched on the floor as he shoved it back, climbing abruptly to his feet, his sockets narrowing as he looked Stretch over. It was not a sudden outbreak of overwhelming lust in that crimson gaze, more’s the pity, but stark concern as he asked sharply, "Are you all right?"
"yeah?” Stretch said uncertainly, and why was the world so unfair that he sounded like a croaking frog with developing case of laryngitis in comparison to that roughly silk voice? Worse, he still didn’t actually know if he was okay, might be better not to fully commit to an answer. Considering he was still covered in dirt and cornsilk, and felt like his bones might actually melt into a mess on the floorboards, he probably looked even worse than he sounded.
Red’s brother didn’t seem to buy it, either. He leaned over to rummage through an open backpack by the table leg, pulling out a bottle of water. Those heavy boots were surprisingly quiet on the wooden floor as he stalked over and thrust the water bottle into Stretch’s hands. He drank it gratefully, the cool water soothing on his parched tongue, only to nearly choke on a drenched yelp as wincingly brisk hands started dusting him off.
The other skeleton plucked free a straggly leaf that was clinging unknowingly to Stretch’s sleeve and held it up like an accusation, stating flatly, "You went in the corn field.”
Wow, this guy managed to fit a whole lot of disapproval into one sentence. He must’ve taken lessons at the same place as Blue. Probably aced the class.
“yeah,” Stretch admitted. He left off that the kids tried to stop him from going, always better to plead ignorance while you still could. “kinda got lost."
The other skeleton made a sound that was an honest to bits harrumph. He gave up on Stretch’s clothes, to be honest they hadn’t been in top form before he went into the corn field, and instead, holy shit, started poking at his actual bones.
Already the whole incident seemed more like a bad dream than reality, and now he was falling back into another dream, only this one was of a wet variety. It was really hard (heh) to stay traumatize with a guy this gorgeous unhesitatingly feeling him up. He was probably looking for injuries like a good Samaritan and an outside source needed to firmly (heh heh) tell Stretch’s bones that, because they sure weren’t listening to Stretch on the matter.
Hands skimmed down his ribs, sharp-tipped fingers cautious as they slid lower, ghosting over his shorts and the femurs beneath them. He crouched down to reach Stretch’s dirty sneakers, gently gliding over the delicate bones of his ankles and leaving behind a heat that was nothing like the sun’s.
Stretch took another long swig of cold water, nearly as desperate as his first but for entirely different reasons, and tried not to think of the skull that was currently level with his fly. Okay, he didn’t exactly want this to stop but he really, really, needed it to. He hoped the guy chalked up the renewed croak in his voice to lingering trauma. "um, thanks, but i’m okay. this scarecrow guy helped me."
“Ah, did Edgar Allen help you back out?” the guy said approvingly. “Good.”
Stretch tried not to look disappointed as he stood back up, seeming to decide there was no permanent damage from his unexpected ‘field trip’. At this point, any lingering aftereffects weren’t from the corn, and he took a shaky breath, sternly advising everything below the waist that systems were not at go, launch not in progress, abort, abort.
A distraction was in order.
Okay, so, no one in this town was at all surprised by the sentient scarecrow. Stretch didn’t pretend that he knew everything about the surface world, okay, this was his first time out of Ebott, but he was pretty sure that if this were the worldwide norm, he’d’ve heard about this once or twice; on the news, TMZ, twitter, something.
“edgar allen, right. um…soooooo, what is he?” Stretch asked.
That got him an impressively scornful look. “He’s a scarecrow.”
Yeah, okay, that was true, but Stretch wasn’t about to pretend that the scarecrow part of Edgar Allen was the debated issue right now. “scarecrows aren’t supposed to move. not on their own, anyway, and they really aren’t supposed to be able to offer opinions on the corn.”
“No?” The other skeleton waved a negligent hand as he turned away, heading to his chair as he tossed over his shoulder, “What should he be able to offer his opinion on, Paris fashions?” He settled into his chair, bending back over his book. “I’d appreciate it if you don’t tell him your personal theories on his condition, he doesn’t need that kind of negativity right now.”
“wha—of course i won’t, why would i…?” For a moment, Stretch felt absurdly guilty for his preconceived notions on scarecrows, then he shook it off because seriously? He went to the table and pulled out another chair, turning it around to straddle the battered seat. The other guy didn’t even look at him, right, right, he was a dick, how quickly a little unintentional petting made Stretch forget.
“is he a monster?” Stretch asked. That would sort of make sense, not that Stretch knew any Monsters who’d willingly sit in a field all day long. Then again, he guessed it depended on the hourly rate and what kind of signal you could get on your phone.
The other skeleton licked the tip of his finger before turning a page and it was seriously embarrassing how that little flick of crimson tongue threatened to make Stretch forget all his questions again. But what he said snapped Stretch back out of it. “Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”
“okay. hang on right there.” Stretch set his water bottle down and propped an elbow on the table. He rested his face in one hand, pressing a knuckle between his eye sockets where a headache was starting to form. “what does that even mean? what the fuck is up with this place?”
“There is nothing up with this place,” the other guy said, testily. Whether that was from Stretch’s questions or the fact that he was interrupting his reading was up for grabs. “This is normal here and if you’re having difficulty with it, then the problem is yours, not the town’s.”
“i don’t have a problem with it, i never said it was a problem…!” Stretch blew out a frustrated sigh, “look, i’m just trying to understand!”
The other skeleton still didn’t look up, his crimson eye lights focused on the page in front of him. His mouth curved into a smile that was almost bitter and a stern reminder of who he was because in that moment he looked very reminiscent of Red. “Understanding Backwater is a fool’s errand and I suggest you get used to not.” His eye lights flicked up briefly. “If you recall, I tried to get you to leave. You’re the one who wanted to stay.”
“i…yeah. i did. i still do,” Stretch said, defiantly, “wanting to understand doesn’t mean i want to leave, you know.” He left off the ‘asshole’; if this guy didn’t already know he was one, Stretch wasn’t gonna waste his time trying to tell him “edgar allen really helped me out, i was losing my shit out in that field.”
“That’s his job,” the guy said. See, that right there, that was an extra piece to the puzzle Stretch was struggling to make. Helping people out of the cornfield was Edgar Allen’s job as a sentient scarecrow, good to know, even if one of the townies might’ve wanted to bring it up before Stretch took a stroll through the stalks.
“his job. okay, i get that, but not in a paycheck sort of way, right?” No answer and Stretch hesitated, drumming his fingers on the table as he considered, “wonder if he gets bored out there, hanging out all day long in the corn. think he'd like a magazine or something? maybe a farmer's almanac?” Not like it could hurt to add a scarecrow to his friends list, but how could he get it to him, leave it right inside the field and give him a shout? Maybe the corn would give him a heads up, it sure seemed chatty when it wanted to be and—
He abruptly realized that the other skeleton was staring at him, but not in a scornful way this time. It was a little softer somehow, those sharp eye lights assessing.
“what?” Stretch asked, a little defensively.
A beat of silence, then, “He's usually sleeping if no one is in the field,” the skeleton said, finally, “But that's very thoughtful of you.”
“never hurts to repay a favor. how do you know so much about edgar allen, anyway? do all the locals know or are you special?” Stretch gave the room another quick glance; there were two other tables with their own chairs, the faded floral pattern on the cushions barely visible in the dimness. Tucked into one corner was an old-fashioned card catalogue and next to it was an ancient computer, the monitor showing only bright white text against a black screen and a blinking cursor. Only one table had any books on it, the one Daddy Long Legs here was using, and that was it. They really were alone in here and now that Stretch thought of it, that was kind of weird, wasn’t it? Should be at least one other person here, unless— “are you the librarian?”
“No,” the skeleton scoffed, “There is no librarian. And as to what I know, I simply pay attention. Simple observation can be very informative.”
“it hasn’t helped me out much yet.” Stretch leaned forward a little, lowering his voice conspiratorially, “you know, i still haven’t heard your name.”
“That would be because I haven't said it." But the skeleton gave him a faint smile and it was miles different than those past sardonic ones, soft and secretive. It shouldn’t have been fascinating, watching those sharp teeth curve warmly. "But if you ask, I may give it to you."
"for keepsies and everything?" Stretch teased, ignoring his slight breathlessness, seriously, he was not this hard up, he really must’ve gotten too much sun. "okay, how can i resist. what's your name?"
Crimson eye lights met his, a brief flicker, then back to the book. "You can call me Edge."
Stretch ignored the fluttering trill of delight in his soul, it was a name, for fuck’s sake, not an invitation. "edge,” he repeated, curling his tongue around that single, stark syllable. “that's some careful phrasing there, edge."
"Yes. It is,” the guy, Edge, agreed. “Nonetheless, that is what you can call me."
“edge,” Stretch said again, just to say it, “i like that."
Just in case Stretch got any ideas that he might not be a complete dick, Edge made sure to say as dry as glass of desert sand, “Wonderful, I've been waiting with bated breath for your reassurance. And if you want to know more about Edgar Allen, I’d suggest talking to his creator. You have a few weeks left, the scarecrow will be around until harvest time.”
Stretch frowned in confusion; what the hell did that mean? “what happens after harvest time?”
“He ceases to exist,” Edge said, matter of fact, “like all the scarecrows before him.” Yeah, because everyone knew that, right, who didn’t, that was probably kindergarten shit around here.
Only Stretch obviously hadn’t been around for that class. Stretch lurched backwards, accidently knocking over the water bottle and almost tipping over his chair as he blurted out, “what? he dies??”
Edge caught the bottle before it could roll onto the floor, setting it back upright. “He’d have to be properly alive to die. As I said, if you’d like to know more, ask his creator.”
“who, the wicked witch at the end of the woods? no thanks,” Stretch shook his head, which was still reeling from the knowledge that the guy who’d save him this afternoon was going to go kaput before Halloween. It wasn’t enough time, not at all, he hadn’t even figured out how to get him a magazine, how to properly thank him. Just another incident of ‘not fair’ to add to his lifetime, “i already had my children of the corn adventure, i’m not interested in adding any red riding hood to my agenda. doesn’t really go with my work schedule.”
Edge only arched a browbone, “On the contrary, his creator is my roommate.”
Wow, this guy really did like dropping puzzle pieces into Stretch’s lap, didn’t he, if only he’d do other lap-related—stop it, he told himself, then aloud, “oh, so you do live someplace. your bro wouldn’t tell me where.”
“A remarkable astute choice on his part.”
“i mean, you're already living rent-free in my head." Shit, shit, Stretch knew he didn’t mean to say that, but apparently his mind hadn’t sent the memo down to his mouth yet that Red’s sexy brother was off-limits, caution tape engaged.
"I…what?" Edge only looked confused and yeah, okay, dipping his toe into the flirting pond was only gonna give him wet feet. Tempting as a fling might be, Red was against it and Stretch didn’t really blame him. Just because Edge was single didn’t mean he wanted a starring role in Stretch’s shitty Hallmark movie and a fling was all it could be, a quick little rebound fuck, and his boss/landlord’s little brother was not the right choice for it, nope, nope, nope.
But, oh, honey, those hips—
“never mind,” Stretch said hurriedly, “what are you reading, anyway.”
“I’m doing research.” Dismissively, a pretty big clue that Edge was done with this particular chat. Stretch’s knees were doing a lot better, it was probably time to head out back to the store and surely Red could put him in touch with Edge’s roommate if he was really curious about Edgar Allen. He should go, should, but.
Stretch didn’t want to leave yet. Stupidly, he really wanted this guy’s tally mark on Doris’s side of the friendship list. Red was over there now, Edgar Allen was hovering in neutral territory, and Mitch was still firmly on the other side of the page, and hey, if a fling was off the table, friends might still be up for grabs, right?
“yeah?” Stretch craned his neck, squinting at the page, “maybe i could help.”
“I sincerely doubt it.”
Stretch ignored that, “come on, i know how to research.” Stretch grabbed one of the books from the stack and flipped through, pausing to frown down at the page. “uh. what language is this?” He wasn’t even entirely sure it was a language.
Edge almost ripped the book from his hands, snarling out, “What it is, is from the restricted section and none of your business!”
Stung, Stretch looked around the library. It was literally one room, not so much as an extra door in sight, not even a restroom. “restricted section? where? do you keep them locked up on the roof?”
Edge took a long, deep breath in through his nasal cavity, then ground out through gritted teeth, “Do you mind? I’d like to get on with it. I do not need your help, I don’t need anything from you!”
“sorry, sorry,” Stretch mumbled, cringing inwardly. He just had to push it, didn’t he, every fucking time, Blue always tried to tell him that slow and easy was the way to go, but, no, couldn’t do that, now could he? Stupid, so stupid, always, and Stretch slid clumsily off the chair to his feet and headed for the door. Even then he couldn’t help adding, “see you around.”
Guess he could add this guy’s name beneath Mitch’s in the ‘hates me’ column.
He wasn’t two steps away when a soft, “Wait,” stopped him.
Stretch turned back around, hardly daring to let the hope well in his soul. Edge was sitting sideways in his chair and he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his skull, fingers clattering against the smooth bone, “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”
“it’s fine,” Stretch said hurriedly, “i’m the outsider here, right?”
“Yes.” Edge said, a simple agreement. “But that’s no excuse. You’re very fond of questions, perhaps you’d care to answer mine. Tell me, why are you here?”
Stretch hesitated, then shrugged. Not like Red didn’t already know. “broke up with my boyfriend. it…kinda sucked, and i wanted to get out of my hometown for a while.” The memory was enough to finish cooling off any of his overheated jets and almost absently he rubbed his sternum, right over the faint, lingering ache where his soul sat.
Edge frowned, his sockets narrowing in irritation, "If you’re not going to tell the truth, then you can just say you don’t want to talk about it."
Huh?
“hold up, what?” Stretch asked, bewildered. Like he needed any other confusion today.
“That’s not why you’re here,” Edge said decisively, with enough arrogant confidence to grate over Stretch’s already raw nerves.
“uh, yeah, it is,” Stretch said, his own irritation rising, why did he want to be friends with this guy again? “i think i’d know better than anyone.” He ignored the taste rising at the back of his throat, faint bitterness that refused to be swallowed away, and yeah, okay, maybe, it wasn’t the entire reason, but like Edge’s name, you took what you could get.
“Then you don’t know yourself as well as you believe.” Edge stood up then and walked over the shelves and Stretch followed him, more to watch the sway of his hips than to see check out the local dewy decimal layout. Hey, if he was going to deal with the asshole outbursts, he should at least get to enjoy the view.
Edge barely had to search before he pulled one off the shelf and held it out. “You should check out a book. As I said, there’s no librarian, it’s all based on trust. Write the catalogue number on the record and have it back in two weeks.”
Stretch looked at the book Edge was holding out. It was a thick, hardback novel, heavy enough to use for self-defense or maybe against alien invaders with a lethal allergy to paper cuts. “nah, i think i’ll stick to the movies.”
“Read this book,” Edge said and there was a certain urgency in his voice, in the way he held the book.
Stretch sighed inwardly and took it. This guy was hot as hell, yeah, like the town, and just as peculiar. He turned the book over and read from the spine, ‘An Informal History of Backwater.’ He looked back up. “what, is the formal history too posh for me?”
“Just read it,” Edge said, impatiently.
“yeah, okay, i can do that,” Stretch sighed. It had to be better than nightly ‘Wheel of Fortune.’ Then, because he was an idiot and always liked a chance to prove it, he said, “so, if you think i need to talk to your roomie about edgar allen, does that mean you’re inviting me over to your place?”
“No, it means you need to do your own research and find them,” Edge smiled then, suddenly, wide and bright, “But if you happen to find your way down the path, I may feed you when you get there, Riding Hood.”
Stretch stared helplessly at that smile. All his irritation melted away as he tried not to see the way it changed Edge’s entire face, suffusing those sharp angles with softened warmth.
He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of dinner invitation any normal person might’ve hoped for, but then, Stretch was starting to learn that if he wanted normal, he should’ve stayed on the bus.
“okay, then,” Stretch said, trying for something at least slightly above inane, “i’ll, uh, start looking for grandma’s house.”
“You do that.” With that, Edge went back over to the table, sitting back down in front of his book, and Stretch knew he was dismissed.
Okay, well, not exactly a friend yet, but he was still adding this one to the tentative win column. First, read the book and then he’d start on the new puzzle of finding out where Edge and his roommate lived. He wasn't as good at puzzles as his brother, sure, but Stretch was pretty sure he could manage that.
He did hope the whole Riding Hood gig was a joke, though. Stretch wasn’t really interested in meeting the big bad wolf right about now.
tbc
#spicyhoney#papcest#keelywolfe#underfell#underswap#underfell papyrus#underswap papyrus#welcome to backwater
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MY WIZARDS EXPERIENCE
A COMPILATION BC I'M TOO LAZY TO SEPARATE THIS SHIT
P.S. Spoilers(?) Ahead
P.P.S. THIS IS REALLY LONG SO HONESTLY DON'T WASTE UR TIME JUST WANT TO GET THIS ALL OUT
Episode 1
Douxie is precious. I'd give my life for him love him.
Archie the little shit. I love him.
THE OPENING SEQUENCE!!! BROOOOO
Jim u unfotunate bb
GIVE JIM A BREAK!!!
Merlin ur so useless sometimes i h8 u
NARI BB I LOVE U I'M ADOPTING U U PRECIOUS CHILD
GIVE DOUXIE AND CLAIRE THE STAFFS THEY DESERVE!!!
THE END CREDITS!!!!!!!!!
Episode 2
FREE JIM!!!
DON'T KILL JIM!!!
SAVE JIM!!!
POWERFUL CLAIRE 😍
GLOWY EYES CLAIRE 😍😍😍
MORGANA I KNOW U TRIED TO KILL MY BABIES IN TROLLHUNTERS BUT I LOVE U UR GORGEOUS
Arthur u suck
... douxie that was yourself
douxie u suck at blending in but i still love u
oh God steve why
u fucking look alike ofc u'd say that
YES FREE JIM!
drunk steve :')))
rapper steve :')))
Merlin during that part when the trolls escape Camelot lol same
POWERFUL CLAIRE!!!
GLOWY EYES CLAIRE!!!!!
trollhunter squad -1 being saved by their enemies lol
Episode 3
I do not like glowy eyes jim
morgana gwen gay
HOLY SHIT POWERFUL CLAIRE 😍
i wanted u two (morgana and claire) to be friends :'(((
HOLY SHIT ARTHUR WAS THE ONE WHO CUT MORGANA'S HAND OFF
AHSAKAJSKAJ MORGANA DEAD???
Episode 4
AGAKAJAAJ BLINKY
NIMUE!!!
TIME TO SEE WHICH NIMUE THEORY IS TRUE
AAARRRGGHH!!!
WITCH CLAIRE! POWERFUL CLAIRE! U AMAZING GIRL I LOVE U! U CAN OPEN THAT SHADOW PORTAL!
TEACHER DOUXIE :')))) I LOVE U
no nimue theory is true (or maybe there's a true theory out there but the ones i have read aren't)
IT'S THE THINGY!!! (and by thingy i'm referring to that netflix screensaver?/sneakpeek?/thingy)
Douxie freeing Nimue and receiving excalibur
Ur an amazing person Douxie and i love u
Jim & Morgana parallel???
OoO IT WAS NARI WHO GAVE MORGANA THE HAND
history's going alright in my pov
Episode 5
MORGANA GETTING HER GOLD ARMOUR GEAR THINGY!!! (me: 😍)
MORE TEACHER DOUXIE HIHI!!!
SHIT CLAIRE GET OUT OF THERE
>:((( merlin listen to them
steve and food hihi (same)
oh God steve
steve calling for eli :'(((
IS CALLISTA GONNA BE DEYA?!!!
CALLISTA DEFINITELY IS DEYA
CLAIRE IS BEING THE AWESOME QUEEN SHE IS AGAIN I LOVE HER
U GO GIRL
creepslayerz :'))) i miss eli
past douxie u dork i love u
Episode 6
AAAAAAAA VENDEL
Jim & Claire reunion 😍
draal i missed u :'(((
TROLL DADS ORIGIN HIHI
IF THEY KILL JIM I SWEAR
THE AMULET OF DAYLIGHT ORIGINS HIHI
where's kanjigar?
decimaar blade >:(((
coach steve HIHIHI i love him
Jim and Claire date hihi they're so soft my bbs
:'((((
jim... claire's always been an awesome wizard
THE AMULET ORIGINS!!!
DOUXIE AND MERLIN WORKING TOGETHER TO CREATE IT :')))
DOUXIE FINALLY GETS THE STAFF HE DESERVES YIEEEEE!!!
CALLISTA TROLLHUNTER!
pre-trollhunters draal >:(((
THE TROLL DADS 🥺
BLINKY U GAY SHIT
ALSO AAARRRGGHH!!! HAD A NOSE RING WHAT A CUTIE
YIEEEEEE CAL IS DEYA I KNEW IT!!!
AJA MENTION!!!
Episode 7
IT'S THE BATTLE OF KILAHEAD!!!
PLS DON'T KILL JIM HUHU
gosh merlin u useless shit douxie's doing all the hard work
DEYA WHERE DAFUQ R U
OH NO LANCELOT
OH NO ARTHUR
OH HE ACTUALLY DIES HERE AND IT'S NOT GONNA MESS WITH TIME ALRIGHT NO PROBLEM
DEYA! TROLLMARKET! WHERE R U
THERE THEY ARE WHAT TOOK YA'LL SO LONG
WHERE'S THE DAYLIGHT ARMOUR???
OH THERE IT IS
DOUXIE TURNING HIS STAFF INTO A GUITAR THE ABSOLUTE CUTIE
don't worry doux i think it's amazing
DOUXIE U DORK I LOVE U
U CAN DEFEAT MORGANA WITH THE POWER OF MUSIC I BELIEVE IN U !!!
DOUXIE AND HIS OBSESSION WITH FIRE HIHI
IT'S THE QUOTE (ALTHOUGH JUST PART OF IT) BUT STILL !!!
IF U THINK I DIDN'T RECITE IT ALONG WITH DEYA
(disappointed she didn't get to say it so i'll say it for her) DON'T THINK !!! BECOME !!!
DEYA MY GURL I'M SO PROUD OF U
I LOVE MY TROLL DADS
JIM PLS DON'T DIE :'(((((
where's steve? where dafuq is steve? did ya'll leave him? HOY DON'T LEAVE HIM
oh jk he's there
hihi past douxie hihi
Episode 8
JIM NO DON'T DIE HUHU
NARI U PRECIOUS CHILD 😍
PROTECC NARI
DOUXIE AND HIS MAGIC GUITAR I LOVE HIM
WTF NO JIM!!! HUHU
NOOOO JIM
AYSJAHSKAHA IT'S KREL HIHI
her name's zoe !!!
soooooo who exactly is zoe
"we're closed to privileged arthurian toolbags" ok i love zoe
wizard underground hihi
HAVE I ALREADY SAID HOW MUCH I LOVE NARI HIHI
WTF DID THEY DO TO JIM GRRR
FREE JIM !!! SAVE JIM !!!
OH NO THEY FUCKING BROKE THE AMULET AGAIN
WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP BREAKING THE AMULET
WHY DOES IT KEEP FUCKING BREAKING
MORGANA!!!
MORGANA JOINS TEAM GOOD ???!!!
HOLY CRAP WHO DAFUQ IS THE GREEN NIGHT
IS IT ARTHUR? BUT HE'S DEAD ???
PROTECT NARI HIHI I LOVE HER
but gdi merlin
YES!!! SAVE JIM!!!
so ... who is pretending to be nari
is it archie???
yep! it is archie
NARI I LOVE HER
PRECIOUS
gdi merlin we're not leaving without claire and jim
CHANGE JIM BACK FREE JIM SAVE JIM HUHU WTF DID THEY DO TO JIM
fucking shit morgana i want u in team good stop being team bad
IT'S ARTHUR HOLY FUKC
HOLY SHIT MERLIN DEAD ???
i h8 merlin but shit bro why'd u kill him huhu
GLOWY EYES DOUXIE 😍
POWERFUL DOUXIE 😍
GO BOI
MERLIN ALIVE ???
"i'll try to make u proud" "you already have" :'((( no i'm not crying u r
SON???!!! HAHA(?) I KNEW IT???
BUT WHY WOULD CALL UR DAD MASTER??? WHAT KIND OF MESSED UP KINKY SHIT???
Episode 9
hihi past douxie
douxie u cheater
AH JK FATHER FIGURE NOT REAL FATHER alrightz
doux :'((((
i mean i'm not super sad bc i don't really like merlin but still
IS THAT A GOOD MORGANA I SEE hihihi
FREE JIM :'((((
nari i love u
NO JIM'S ALIVE I BELIEVE
noooo don't bake douxie into a blood pie i love him
did charlemagne the devourer just make a pun
charlemagne is archie's dad lol i didn't expect that
charlie
lol this is gonna take a long time
TEAM GOOD MORGANA !!!!!
HIHI MORGANA I'M PROUD OF U
CLAIRE AND MORGANA BFFS lol
BB ARCHIE THAT'S SO CUTE
DOUXIE!!!
THE CLAIRE MORGANA DUO HIHI
Episode 10
Last ep huhu
krel my boi !!!
nari bb :'(((
krel precious
douxie hihi my boi !!! U SMART BOI I LOVE U
YES U ARE STRONG ENOUGH HISIRDOUX CASPERAN I LOVE U
he trapped them in a time loop i love him
douxie and his guitar i love him
NARI HIHI UR SO PRECIOUS I LOVE U
THAT'S MY BOI DOUXIE I LOVE U
OH NO DON'T KILL DOUXIE
DOUXIE PLS DON'T DIE
AHSKAJSKSJA PURPLE EYED CLAIRE OMG GURL I LOVE U
GLOWY EYED PURPLE EYED CLAIRE !!!!
OH NO DID THEY KILL MORGANA
DID MORGANA DIE ?????
OH NO DON'T KILL CLAIRE
CLAIRE PLS DON'T DIE
MORGANA DEAD :'(((
WHY DO THEY KEEP KILLING PPL HUHU
stop it
STOP BREAKING MY HEART
JIM ALIVE!!!!
IT'S MY BLUE EYED BABY BOI
OH NO JIM DEAD :'(((( i'm literally sobbing right now huhu NOOOO
U CAN'T DO THIS WTF HUHU
AHAAJJAJAAJ TEAR!!!
AHSKAJAKAKAKA JIM ALIVE!!!!
JIM HUMAN!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
OH NO DOUXIE NO
DON'T DIE DOUXIE HUHU
YES SAVE DOUXIE!!!! CATCH DOUXIE!!!
OH NO FUCK DOUXIE DEAD TT
DOUXIE ALIVE!!!
or douxie dead??? i'm confused
MHM DOUXIE WHY R U THERE GO BACK TOT THE LAND OF THE LIVING
LOL DOUXIE NOT FOLLOWING MERLIN'S INSTRUCTIONS I LOVE HIM
WTF DOUXIE DEAD???!!! I DISAGREE
YES!!! DOUXIE ALIVE !!!!!!!!!
JIM HUMAN I'M SO HAPPY!!!!
JIM EYEBROW SCAR??? OMG!!!
JIM WIELD EXCALIBUR???
OR NOT???
TALES OF ARCADIA: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC
no douxie nari don't go away huhu i'm gonna miss u
DOUXIE AND NARI IN A BIG CITY IS THAT NEW YORK OR SMTH
WHERE R THEY???
BUT WBT EXCALIBUR???
AND THE ARCANE ORDER???
SEASON 2???
it's a limited series tho so maybe not huhu
#wizards#tales of arcadia#tales of arcadia: wizards#Hisirdoux Casperan#Douxie Casperan#Douxie#Claire Nuñez#Steve Palchuk#Merlin#Morgana#James Lake Jr#Jim Lake Jr#Archie#Toby Domzalski#AAARRRGGHH!!!#Krel Tarron#Blinky#Blinkous Galadrigal#wizards spoilers#toa spoilers#toawizards
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5.3 MSQ IM VERY UPSETTI SPAGHETTI but in GOOD WAY
FINISHED 5.3 MSQ I went in soon as the servers came up and didn’t stop, went in completely blind from start to finish took about 7hrs? I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS
SPOILERS FOR EVERYTHING:
holy shit jesus christ OKOK
so first of all I cried A LOT like, way more than I expected and NOT JUST CUZ IT’S THE LAST PATCH OF AN EXCELLENT EXPANSION but cuz like, damn it hits hard man lol
so Leon is my WoL but he’s never been leveled/geared enough to do endgame UNTIL YESTERDAY when I caught him up on all the patch content (my main is Sig but he’s not my WoL). it was A LOT OF FUN to go through everything with the “right” character sorta speak, just a lot of really cool stuff idk how to explain it lol
HELPING THE LIL KIDS!!!!!! OH MY HEART also I noticed Tiqi-Rio had sunseeker eyes AND MOONKEEPER FANGS nicenicenicenicenicenice GOOD I WANNA SEE MORE OF THAT
so the FIRST Exarch fakeout death with Elidibus and him at the watchtower LIKE???? WHY YOU WANNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK SO EARLY omg but honestly seeing him so crystalized and struggling HURT ME A LOT baby boi BABY BOI NOO
going back to Amaurot so Elidibus can force you to kill the Scions soon as you get there WOW WHAT A DICK MOVE LMAO and then all the other characters they brought back like, even in the background it was really cool to see them in Amaurot????? idk I think some people will call it hammy or too referential? but fuck it I loved it LAY IT ON THICK, YOSHIP god it hurt me to kill Aymeric tho
holy goddamn I was so excited when Y’shtola ripped into Elidibus YEEES GET HIM but wow like, Elidibus is essentially a primal then idk AGAIN WE COME BACK TO THE THEORY THAT WoL IS A PRIMAL anyway
HEROE’S GAUNTLET I went in with Trust so I could take my time and it was the right choice, I LOOOOOOOVED seeing the role quest NPCs helping at the end -- I loved seeing all the NPCs helping you but especially them lol ESPECIALLY GIOTT FUCK YEEEEEEAH
god okay the SECOND Exarch fakeout death when Elidibus is like, hey I need your corpse die lol I WAS READY FOR THE PAIN and then jk jk jk OR IS IT
running up the tower with the Exarch, seeing/hearing how painful it was for him to keep up with his failing body, how he had to send you away without him.. OH MAN i cried YOU COULD FEEL HOW MUCH IT HURT HIM he was so close to having an adventure with WoL ;v; also liek... damn that ESPECIALLY hit, the whole “failing body can’t keep up with my dreams” thing HOOOO I KNOW THAT FEEEEEEEEL
went in completely blind with a random group for the Elidibus fight, I went WHM (im bad but semi-geared) and we only wiped twice!!! figured out we had to use tank LB midway and then healer LB towards the end LOTTA AOE HEALING
Emet-Selch’s shade giving us a boost during the fight, BOY MY GROUP WAS VERY UPSETTI in like a good way CUZ IT WAS VERY UPSETTING in a good way lmao emotionally everyone was just POINTING AND YELLING THERE HE IS!!!!
Exarch using the tower as a big auracite IM SO GLAD that was really cool to see, also like........ god idk but I cried A LOT when Elidibus turned into a little amaurotine kid all scared and alone just playing with the soul crystals and talking to himself, AND CRYING and and MY HEART EXPLODED goddamn i cried. he tried so hard for so long that he forgot what he was doing or why he was doing it, why he was suffering so much, and damn if that didnt hit hard. was Zodiark’s heart just a lonely kid all along
saying goodbye to the Exarch like I KNEW WE”D SEE HIM AGAIN but it still was Emotional, I felt so sad for Lyna especially SHE LOST HER GRANDPAAAA
Alisaie crying after Halric spoke ME TOO ALISAIE
holy shit Dulia Chaii’s parting words to Alphinaud WOW I CRIED A LOT and when he got choked up?? I CRY god the Chais love that baby boy so much IM SUFFERING
holy shit Seto............. ohhhhhhhh I cried SO MUCH
Thancred saying goodbye to Ryne and telling her how PROUD he is of her like damn that hit me right in the HEART goddamn
finally i must say
IM SO GLAD GRAHA IS A SCION NOW I KNEW IT WE ALL KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN BUT IM STILL SO HAPPY AND EXCITED I YELLED SOOOOOO MUCH WHEN WoL STARTED RUNNING TOWARDS THE TOWER LIKE!!!!!! AND THEN WHEN THEY SHOW GRAHA AGAIN OHHH!! BABY BOOOOOOI!!! HERE COMES A SPECIAL BOOOOOOOOI!!!!!!!!!!!!
that whole cutscene with Alisaie at the table WAS VERY WELL ANIMATED the whole thing was noticably better animated than previous cutscenes I LOVED IT!!! IT WAS VERY GOOD!!!!!! also ALISAIE IS VERY GOOD!!!!!!!!!
ALSO I NOTICE that gwaha’s ears wiggle A LOT MORE im so GLAD thank u yoship
OH GOD I FORGOT ABOUT ALL THE GARLEMALD STUFF oh jesus CHRIST
FUCKIN
ASAHI?????????????????? OH GOD OH GOD
no idea who Fandaniel is (henceforth known as Fandango) but I ALREADY LIKE HIM A LOT he’s so animated (also this cutscene was very well animated GOOD JOB FFXIV TEAM YOU’RE DOIN GREAT HONEY) I sort of wondered if maybe part of Emet was like... around...?? cuz he reminded me of Emet with his flair for the dramatic but WOW I WAS NOT EXPECTING ASAHI UNDER THAT HOOD holy shit I yelled
also idk if unpopular opinion but I FUCKING LOVE ZENOS HE’S A SCARY PIECE OF SHIT AND IM TERRIFIED AND EXCITED
ALAS........... the final chapter......... it sounds like the next expansion is planned to be the FINAL EXPANSION and honestly.. Im so sad but also I Respect that decision. I respect that they want to end things in a good place, they dont want to “live long enough to become the villain” etc. and yeah it means FFXIV WILL DIE eventually but yknow, maybe that’s okay. even knowing the game will end i’m still so excited to play it all the way through, whatever it may be. I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT with all my heart and happiness
..im still SO EMOTIONAL lmao
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